Elena turned to me, trying to sniff away her tears. I could see the joy in her eyes. This was…her favorite song. ************* I first discovered he... love for the song about three years ago. We were on our way to Physical Education from German class, walking together, Elena, me, and…Catherine. ‘Why’d you stop, Elena,’ I asked her, looking back to see her stopped dead, hand raised as if to halt us. Elena merely listened to something we could not hear, and said, ‘It sounds…familiar.’ She took off. " She said yes?" Don't play dumb with me. I know you already know what I mean. How long has he been seeing her? How long has he been burying his bone in her?" I tried to look like I didn't understand what he meant, but he just laughed at me. Gerta brought in two plates for us, and a glass of milk for me and another beer for Mr. Parsons. My plate had a cold cut sandwich on it, and Mr. Parsons had leftover Fried chicken with some of Gerta's good potato salad. She had heated up the chicken too. It. Lindsey had insisted that Trey was to be in bed no later than 9:30 on school nights, so when she finished her homework just before 8:00, Robbie suggested she go up to take her shower and get ready for bed, and then they would figure out what she wanted to do until bedtime.Trey bounced back down the stairs by 8:30 in her nightgown, face scrubbed and hair still a little bit damp, and obviously still "wired". Lindsey didn't want Trey watching television on weeknights, and tonight, they needed. "I can't get it up," he yelled,lashing at her belly and breasts. One of the nipple clamps wasknocked off. He left it on the floor, continued whipping her --the nipples which bulged from her breast bindings, her back andbelly and butt and all around her legs, until she was a rosy pinkfrom her neck to her knees. At first, she called out, "Oh, you're the greatest, Horace. Do it harder," but, when he bit her nipple, she swore at him inSpanish. "Bitch, bitch, bitch!" he yelled as he beat.